A Morning for Flamingos (Dave Robicheaux Series #4)

A Morning for Flamingos (Dave Robicheaux Series #4)

by James Lee Burke

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A Morning for Flamingos is a classic Dave Robicheaux Louisiana mystery by New York Times bestselling author James Lee Burke.
Desperately holding together the pieces of his shattered life, Cajun detective Dave Robicheaux has rejoined the New Iberia police force. While transporting two death-row prisoners, Dave is wounded, his partner is killed. Now he’s trailing a killer into the heart of the Big Easy’s underworld.

Embroiled in a world of drug dealers, prostitutes, and double-crosses, Robicheaux is forced to confront his most dangerous enemy: himself.
Absorbing and masterfully executed, A Morning for Flamingos is one of Edgar Award–winning author James Lee Burke’s most enduring southern crime novels.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780062266071
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date: 05/28/2013
Series: Dave Robicheaux Series , #4
Pages: 400
Sales rank: 123,114
Product dimensions: 4.19(w) x 7.50(h) x 0.90(d)

About the Author

James Lee Burke is the author of nineteen novels, including eleven starring the Detective Dave Robicheaux. Burke grew up on the Texas-Louisiana Gulf Coast, where he now lives with his wife, Pearl, and spends several months of the year in Montana.


New Iberia, Louisiana and Missoula, Montana

Date of Birth:

December 5, 1936

Place of Birth:

Houston, Texas


B.A., University of Missouri, 1959; M.A., University of Missouri, 1960

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Chapter One

I had known the Sonnier family all my life. I had attended the Catholic elementary school in New Iberia with three of them, had served with one of them in Vietnam, and for a short time had dated Drew, the youngest child, before I went away to the war. But, as I learned with Drew, the Sonniers belonged to that group of people whom you like from afar, not because of what they are themselves, but because of what they represent--a failure in the way that they're put together, a collapse of some genetic or familial element that it should be the glue of humanity.

The background of the Sonnier children was one that youinstinctively knew you didn't want to know more about, in the same way that you don't want to hear the story of a desperate and driven soul in an after-hours bar. As a police officer it has been my experience that pedophiles are able to operate and stay functional over long periods of time and victimize scores, even hundreds, of children, because no one wants to believe his or her own intuitions about the symptoms in the perpetrator. We are repelled and sickened by the images thatour own minds suggest, and we hope against hope that the problem is in reality simply one of misperception.

Systematic physical cruelty toward children belongs in the same shoebox. Nobody wants to deal with it. I cannot remember one occasion, in my entire life, when I saw one adult interfere in a public place with the mistreatment of a child at the hands of another adult. Prosecutors often wince when they have to take a child abuser to trial, because usually the only witnesses they can use are children who are terrified at theprospect of testifying against their parents. And ironically a successful prosecution means that the victim will become a legal orphan, to be raised by foster parents or in a state institution that is little more than a warehouse for human beings.

As a child I saw the cigarette bums on the arms and legs of the Sonnier children. They were scabbed over and looked like coiled; gray worms. I came to believe that the Sonniers grew up in a furnace rather than a home.

It was a lovely spring day when the dispatcher at the Iberia Parish sheriff's office, where I worked as a plainclothes detective, called me at home and said that somebody had fired a gun through Weldon Sonnier's dining--room window and I could save time by going out there directly rather than reporting to the office first.

I was at my breakfast table, and through the open window I could smell the damp, fecund odor of the hydrangeas in my flower bed and last night's rainwater dripping out of the pecan and oak trees in the yard. It was truly a fine morning, the early sunlight as soft as smoke in the tree limbs.

"Are you there, Dave?" the dispatcher said.

"Ask the sheriff to send someone else on this one," I said.

"You don't like Weldon?"

"I like Weldon. I just don't like, some of the things that probably go on in Weldon's head.

"Okay, I'll tell the old man."

"Never mind," I said. "I'll head out there in about fifteen minutes. Give me the rest of it."

"That's all we got. His wife called it in. He didn't. Does that sound like Weldon?" He laughed.

People said Weldon had spent over two hundred thousand dollars restoring his antebellum home out in the parish on Bayou Teche. It was built of weathered white-painted brick, with a wide columned porch, a second-floor verandah that wrapped all the way around the house, ventilated green win-dow shutters, twin brick chimneys at each extreme of thehouse, and scrolled ironwork that had been taken from historical buildings in the New Orleans French Quarter The long driveway that led from the road to the house was covered with a canopy of moss-hung live Oaks, but WeldonSonnier was not one to waste land space for the baroque and ornamental. All the property in front of the house, even the area down by the bayou where the slave quarters had once I rice stood, had been leased to tenants who planted sugar cane on it.

It had always struck me as ironic that Weldon would pay out so much of his oil money in order to live in an antebellum home, whereas in fact he had grown up in an Acadian farmhouse that was over one hundred and fifty years old, a beautiful piece of hand-hewn, notched, and pegged cypress architecture, that members of the New Iberia historical preservation society openly wept over when Weldon hired a group of half-drunk black men out of a ramshackle, backroad nightclub, gave them crowbars and axes, and calmly smoked a cigar and sipped from a glass of Cold Duck On top of a fence rail while they ripped the old Sonnier house into a pile of boards he later sold for two hundred dollars to a cabinetmaker.

When I drove my pickup truck down the driveway and parked under a spreading oak by the front Porch, two uniformed deputies were waiting for me in their car, their front doors open to let in the breeze that blew across the shaded lawn. The driver, an ex-Houston COP named Garrett, a barrel of a man with a thick blond mustache and a face the color of a fresh sunburn, flipped his cigarette into the rose bed and stood up to meet me. He wore pilot's sunglasses, and a green dragon was tattooed around his right forearm. He was still new, and I didn'tknow him well, but I'd heard that he had resigned from the Houston force after he had been suspended during an internal Affairs investigation.

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A Morning for Flamingos (Dave Robicheaux Series #4) 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 27 reviews.
SlapShot62 More than 1 year ago
I'm reading these in order and am completely hooked on the Robicheaux series and the character himself. Admittedly flawed, always willing to put himself in harm's way for others, doggedly determined, and fighting the good fights....what's not to like? Throw in Burke's writing style, which is simply great and characters added or revisiting from other novels - all with depth and "realness" to them, and you have a winning series and one of our great mystery/thriller writers.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
My first book of the of James Lee Burke and it was a great one.
Justin_D More than 1 year ago
Dave Robicheaux is simmering with pent up rage from a near death experience and sets out to make it right . Along the way he looks up some old friends we thought were no longer in the series and some merely mentioned in his past. A good read but slow at times. Fans will like the book.
tymfos on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
This series is well worth the second look I'm giving it, reading it in order including the scattered installments I'd already read. The man can just flat-out write. While the books contain all the gritty action and language and nastiness typical of the genre, Burke always manages to bring in a positive note at the end of, or even in the midst of, the turmoil. These are books that make one think; beyond the fistfights, gunshots, and plot twists, complex issues are explored. The bad guys aren't all totally bad, and the good guys -- even (especially) the protagonist -- have major flaws. And the descriptions put you right on the scene.This one starts with Dave transporting two condemned prisoners to Angola, the tough Louisiana prison where executions take place. One of the prisoners is a long-time friend, one is evil almost beyond description. But you can't count on them reaching their destination. Add in a DEA agent trying to recruit Dave for a drug sting, a drug-dealing mobster with a disabled son, an old flame of Dave's who married into the mob, and assorted other shady characters, and you have the ingredients for a thriller only James Lee Burke could concoct.
crazybatcow on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
Oh, this is even better than book one in the series (and notably better than books 2 and 3 where the story gets bogged down with Dave's "flashbacks" and/or scenery descriptions).It's a good thriller/mystery with a lot of characters interacting but all of it still makes sense. Robicheaux gets his butt a little kicked, but ends up doing the kicking back in the end. And the secondary storyline (or maybe it's the primary one) ends in a way that should be unsatisfying, but the characters are so well written that you still leave okay with the lack of "justice" in the traditional sense.I like that Burke has gotten over his fetish for describing the racial background of every character (though there is still some of this, it's relevant to the story for the most part), and that the flashbacks to falling-down-drunk-Dave are getting phased out of the storyline. I guess Burke realized that by book 4 we all know Dave's background so don't need to keep hearing about it.All in all, it's the best in the series so far, and I have very high hopes for number 5!
debavp on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
It's been a while since I read the previous installment in this series. I guess I was a little bit unnerved by some of the language in this one and it wasn¿t of the cursing kind. That's saying a lot because I'm generally not made uncomfortable by such things , especially when it's necessary. I think that I did get a bit squeamish was intentional on Burke's part. While he is by no means an in your face writer, he instead sneaks it in, and artfully so. He is quite gifted in making several decades of the Southern environment, both the physical and psychological landscapes, seem within reach of the reader.
JBreedlove on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
The best Dave Robicheaux novel yet. He didn't go overboard with his characters and the writing was insightful and colorful. Well written, an easy read, and a good story.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
If you are a Southerner and have any ties to Nahlens { New Orleans} you will want to keep reading. This tale could have been written as he sat in the Cafe du Mond. Burke's style is florid and you will feel the breezes from the Bayou.
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This book is Richer, and more complex than the earlier books. It also packs more of a satisfying story line. Reapply good read.
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